He was stooping so when the door was opened and Cæsar entered violently, making asthmatic noises in his throat. Pete looked up at him with a stupefied air. “Peter,” he said, “will you sell that mortgage?”
Pete answered with a growl.
“Will you transfer it to me?” said Cæsar.
“The time's not come,” said Pete.
“What time?”
“The time foretold by the prophet, when the lion can lie down with the lamb.”
Pete laughed bitterly. Cæsar was quivering, his mouth was twitching, and his eyes were wild. “Will you come over to the 'Mitre,' then?”
“What for to the 'Mitre'?”
“Ross Christian is there.”
Pete made an impatient gesture. “That stormy petrel again! He's always about when there's bad weather going.”